the young boy stares blankly at the presumed masamune. ' you're not... green. ' a beat; the subtle drop and lift of his head. ' but ... you're just as noisy ... as the other one. ' the other one?! ' sir ... mister date. do you believe ... in things like --- multiverse theory? and parallel worlds? ' he's aware he must sound unbelievably absurd, but his completely listless expression still sells a hard case. goodluck, masamune!
❝GREEN…?❞ HE BLINKED, STARING just as blankly at the other as he tried to make sense of that…peculiar statement. Masamune assumed that everyone and their grandmother was aware that his armor was blue. If anything, his entire motif was steeped in that very divine color, and yet, the other thought that he was…green? Well, he supposed rumors became misconstrued in time, and so for all he knew, whatever whisperings took place among the common folk probably began to deviate somewhere along the line. However, what was disconcerting was the mention of ‘the other one’. There was another him? Sounded like the ravings of someone who had a fever if you asked him. Not saying anything, he just casually reached out and placed his hand upon the other’s forehead, frowning deeply as he attempted to catch that inferno that would tell him that they were ill and in need of medical treatment.
❝Huh…no fever going on. Must be hungry then.❞ Multiverse…theory? Parallel worlds…? Yeah, they were delirious. Poor kid. Without so much as another word, he was already ushering the other back into his estate. ❝Oi, Koujuro! We’re going to need a big meal this afternoon!❞ Masamune didn’t normally eat much during this hour, so no doubt that would have Koujuro curious as to what it was that made the other’s appetite suddenly explode to monumental proportions. They’d understand when they saw their ‘guest’ and listened to their bizarre ramblings.